Friday, June 22, 2012

What if cows gave root beer instead of milk?

Oh, perish the thought.

I love root beer, a good cold root beer that is, not the caramelized colored water that they try to pass off as a beverage in most places. My love for it is expanding my waist line.

The terror I see in root beer cows is that there would be no more milk to drink, for us. No more milk to drink for baby cows. In one cow generation there would be neither root beer cows or milk cows. They would all die out, as in dead, forever. I like cows. I am sure I would miss them.

In the meanwhile there would be no more ice cream to cool and soothe on a hot summer's day. What would we do for banana splits? How would we ever make a milk shake, in vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, or my favorite flavor butterscotch. We could spend all day cataloging all of the milk shake flavors. Let us just say, there would be none. You could put the syrup in your hand and lick it off, but would that be the same?

The irony would be that without ice cream, you would have a plenitude of root beer yet never be able to make a root beer float. That is as in never, ever ever.

There are other things that are made from cows milk that I would miss. Yogurt, that lovely cool soothing refreshment so loved by dieters all of the time, an the rest of us on a hot summer day, gone. Flan, the traditional Mexican delicacy, gone.

Then there is the real deal breaker. Pizza. Cheese is, in many people's opinion, the key ingredient that makes a pizza pie the fine food that it is. Yes, I know you can make cheese-less pizzas, but they are not the same. I also know that once upon a time, back in antediluvian days, pizza had not even been invented. That was then. This is now. The genie is out of the pizza box, he will not return. We must have pizza. Pizza must have cheese.

I am willing forgo root beer in favor of versatile milk, cheese, yogurt, ice cream, butter, and other things that cows give us, thank you very much. Fortunately I don't think we will have to make that choice. I can rest tonight, secure in the thought that there will never be a root beer cow.

I hope.

Written in response to a prompt published at http://www.canteach.ca/elementary/prompts.html
Thank you.